Archive - 2008 - Word Live

You came
and I didn’t expect you then,
you needed me
and I wasn’t ready,
you’d invited me in
and I had to turn away,
you’d told me what to bring  read more »

I am not myself,
I am Christ raised on high.
I am not who I was
when I stumbled on sin and lost my way,
when guilt or fear kept
a close watch through the night,  read more »

What would he want of me,
for if I come to ask so big a thing,
what can I bring?  read more »

Cupped behind my breath
as I labour through my days
is a pause
that feels like an interruption
until I let its slow measure
wash in like a wave.

It is He,  read more »

When I come 
into your presence with soft feet
your joy at my attending
fills my cup
and floors the road
I tread upon.

Yet some days drag heavy with  read more »